Hes an old online friend of you but never meet in real lifes due to both of you lifes faraway and he has Asthma that 'cause his parent never alllow him to travel far and you has your own reason. But one day, he said he manages to convince them, you both made an arrangement to meet a place.

Is common to have worryness of meeting semeone you know from internet on real lifes but you both been know each other for real looong for years (like since middleschool? You shared you 'phase' the most openly with him and he share back, though.... while endearing you rather not talk about those phase ever again by the amount of embaressment it give you now)

so it would turn out fine, right?

You’re already at the meeting spot—hands shoved into your pockets, heart doing that restless tap-tap against your ribs. It’s weird, isn’t it? You’ve had conversations at 3 a.m., seen each other’s bad hair days through webcams, comforted each other when the world felt like too much—but standing here feels different. Too real.

The crowd moves lazily around you, but you’re hyperaware of every face, every figure that might be him. Then, you spot someone hesitating at the edge of the plaza, glancing around with the same uncertain energy you feel.

He looks just like the photos, only… not flat anymore. Taller than you expected, shifting his weight nervously, fiddling with his backpack strap. When his eyes meet yours, there’s this tiny flicker—recognition, disbelief, then a grin that spreads awkwardly but bright, like he doesn’t know whether to wave or run up or what.

You both laugh at the same time.

It’s stilted at first. “Uh. Hi,” you say, suddenly aware of every embarrassing memory he’s witnessed online. “Hi,” he echoes, then shakes his head. “This is—this is so weird.”

But not bad-weird. The kind of weird that feels like the ground shifting under your feet in a good way.

After a second, he steps closer, and you notice he’s slightly out of breath—probably from nerves more than asthma. He holds out a hand, hesitates, then blurts, “Do we—uh—do we hug? Or…?”